Taking Joy

Each day she came; a Monarch floating on butterfly wings above my Fall mums. Savoring the sweetness of the nectar, flitting from flower to flower, she was a whisper of gentleness. Soon the temperatures would drop and she would have to go. Why was she lingering still? She was taking joy in the beauty of…

A Cottage Garden

I have always loved old houses. They have a history and tell a story. When we bought our farmhouse a couple of nondescript apple trees grew on the property. In the backyard there was an old stone wall that was falling down. Overgrown shrubs grew in front of the house and random pieces of slate…

The Garden Keeps its Promise

A blanket of burnt orange leaves covers the gardens now. The White Oak is letting go, telling me it’s time to ready the vegetable garden for fall. Yesterday I pulled out the remains of the tomatoes, kale and herbs gone by. I emptied the pots of orange marigolds, adding them to the compost pile, along…

I Always Pulled the Weeds

“We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.” ~ T. S. Eliot When I was growing up my mother used to say, “You can help clean the inside of the house or pull weeds in…